Panic Room - Nappy Roots

Everybody to the panic room

C’mon, everybody to the panic room

(Crazy!) Everybody to the panic room

(Crazy!) C’mon, everybody to the panic room

Yo, everybody to the panic room

C’mon, everybody to the panic room

Yeah we got bitches in the panic room

They givin out digits in the panic room

While the deejay playin I’ma get in tune

Turn it up louder and the planet boom

The country boy back and the planet’s doomed

The band’s in tune, your plan is doomed

The hardhead niggas’ll be dancin soon

All the good liquor that you can consume

The panic room, get’cha seat back right

And your chair tipped up cause we landin soon

One, two, three, four (c'mon)

Everybody to the panic room

Yo!

I’m off the chain like Gucci, looka there Mane

Keep it grain with the pure, take a toast of the pain

I’m goin «Crazy» like Cee-Lo Green

Fresh J’s, Aviator shades, Gino green glow

Ooh, all across the land we go

In the last several months on the Earth I know

At least a half dozen fools tried to stop my flow

Fuck 'em all, multiply that by fo'

Then add a hundred mo' tryin to watch my dough

Triple that, add 50, now watch me blow

New situation every stop we rock

Some heard it was over and they thought we flopped

Nappy Roots is forever, shit ain’t gon' stop

There won’t be another year that we ain’t gon drop (nope)

Holla at’cha boy, but it ain’t no talk

Tryin to halt what I’m doin, watch the Glock go.

One, two, three, four

Everybody to the panic room

C’mon, verybody to the panic room

(Crazy!)

(Crazy!)

Everybody to the panic room

C’mon, everybody to the panic room

Everybody to the panic room

C’mon, everybody to the panic room

(Crazy!)

(Crazy!)